insanity and revelations
I can fit under the kitchen sink. Not very comfortable, though.
Dad: Don't roll your eyes at me.
Me: I didn't roll my eyes at you.
Dad: *to Mom* She's rolling her eyes at me.
Me: That wasn't an eye roll. That was a "I can't believe you're making me crawl back under that sink and undo what you just had me do two minutes ago".
Mom: That sounds like an eye roll.
Me: It's a verbal eye roll.
So I pretty much never want to be a plumber, and the sink does not work yet.
I am going so absolutely insane not having a piano. GAAAAAAHHHHH. Sooooo many songs I want to learn how to play. My dad keeps saying "oh yeah...we should probably get you another one soon, huh." And then...too much other stuff going on with house renovations and I don't even know where we'd put a piano, that's why they had to sell my studio grand, there's just not room in this house. Oh how I miss it. I haven't really played since August.
I was talking to my mom tonight, and I guess it took me saying it out loud to actually realize it, but I'm okay. I really am. I'm so over it, over everything. And I'm happy. I'm ready for the next chapter. I feel amazing.
I think I might start writing poems again. I stopped when there wasn't anything I felt like "venting" about anymore, but I think I might write just for the hell of it. I wrote one Tuesday night, and I actually almost like it. We'll see. I want to find out if I can write poems without having some feeling or event compelling me to do so. Just for the sake of it, and maybe I'll be able to turn out poems that don't make me feel depressed or angry or disgusted with myself when I reread them months later.
Dad: Don't roll your eyes at me.
Me: I didn't roll my eyes at you.
Dad: *to Mom* She's rolling her eyes at me.
Me: That wasn't an eye roll. That was a "I can't believe you're making me crawl back under that sink and undo what you just had me do two minutes ago".
Mom: That sounds like an eye roll.
Me: It's a verbal eye roll.
So I pretty much never want to be a plumber, and the sink does not work yet.
I am going so absolutely insane not having a piano. GAAAAAAHHHHH. Sooooo many songs I want to learn how to play. My dad keeps saying "oh yeah...we should probably get you another one soon, huh." And then...too much other stuff going on with house renovations and I don't even know where we'd put a piano, that's why they had to sell my studio grand, there's just not room in this house. Oh how I miss it. I haven't really played since August.
I was talking to my mom tonight, and I guess it took me saying it out loud to actually realize it, but I'm okay. I really am. I'm so over it, over everything. And I'm happy. I'm ready for the next chapter. I feel amazing.
I think I might start writing poems again. I stopped when there wasn't anything I felt like "venting" about anymore, but I think I might write just for the hell of it. I wrote one Tuesday night, and I actually almost like it. We'll see. I want to find out if I can write poems without having some feeling or event compelling me to do so. Just for the sake of it, and maybe I'll be able to turn out poems that don't make me feel depressed or angry or disgusted with myself when I reread them months later.